zero [a never ending cycle] - yunjae, yoosu - 01/xx
Title: Zero [a never ending cycle]
Chapter(s): 01/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Beta: remy_hahn ♥
Genre: action, suspense, romance
Rating: R
Warning(s): language & violence
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu and Minfood
Disclaimer: I do not own the known characters in this story. The crappy OC characters are mine.
Synopsis: Only a fool writes his death wish by calling it quits and Yunho and Yoochun put fate to the test by breaking free from the organization. The lives of more innocent people are also pulled into the hectic danger of their lives. With treacherous obstacles constantly piling by the day, they do not have the time, nor do they have the luxury of love to stray off track from their most important mission. How are Yunho and Yoochun going to shield their loved ones from the hands of cold blooded ruthless killers?
Comment(s): Guest stars will be revealed sooner than you think. remy_hahn & I did a bunch of brainstorming and what was supposed to be a joke turned into a reality (fiction-wise of course). Actually, this was written out quite some time ago and I’m actually pretty excited about it. Feedback is greatly appreciated and comments make me a happy writer ^^.
Note: quotes kind of used from Do As Infinity's Rakuen.
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fic poster created by ever so talented lilxinyue *smothers with ♥*
everyone knows that scars don't fade...
The chirping of crickets sings into the chilly and all too quiet night. The moon is full and the wind beats at the thin branches of trees causing it to intertwine and slash against the glass windows of apartment complexes. A gunshot is heard and a bullet slices into the icy night, nearly missing the arm of a speedy figure.
“Fuck!”
“Hold on, Yoochun,” A male pants hoarsely, with the weight of his companion barely holding on to his back. “We’ve almost lost them.”
“Yunho…” Yoochun murmurs weakly, his fingers’ grasp slips slightly against the man’s shirt. “Hurry…”
“I see them!” Yunho hears a yell as he turns another corner, not knowing where he’s going. He doesn’t care at the moment, because right now all he wants is to find someplace safe so he can tend to his best friend’s wounds. There would be another time he would have to confront them. “Hello? I’ve found them! Kenji? Hey! Kenji! Are you there?! I said I found them!” The pursuer yells into his earpiece, and Yunho knows that the other man’s companion was long killed by Yoochun in the middle of the chase.
Yunho’s legs were sore, and he let out a curse when a bullet slammed full force as it bounced off the cement by his feet. As he was making a sharp turn, his eyebrows furrowed together in realization that instead of trying to shoot Yoochun straight on, he was trying to shoot at his legs instead. He turned into an alley and it was clear to him that it was a dead end because there was clearly a fence blocking his way. If he were by himself, he would pass that obstacle no problem but there was no way he was going to abandon Yoochun. They were in this together and if they were going to die, he would follow his best friend to the end. Yunho fought the urge to smirk because he knew that wasn’t going to happen anyway. Laying Yoochun gently until his back rested against the wall, he stopped in mid motion as he heard the cock of a gun behind him.
“Don’t move, Jung.”
For a moment, it was silent and both men were panting; trying to catch their breaths. Yunho slowly moved his hands up in caution before he turned around slowly, looking at the man with calm eyes.
“You shouldn’t have made boss upset,” The man spoke up with an obvious hint of weariness in his voice. The gun was still aimed straight at Yunho, his eyes cold and hard, irritated with the fact that the other man wasn’t even showing a sign of fear. “Why…Why aren’t you afraid? You should be on your knees begging me for mercy right now. I’ve got you cornered, and you obviously have nowhere to go. I know you’re not going to abandon Park. You and your fucking principles never cease to amuse me,” The man snorts, and he lets out a haughty laugh. He waits for a response from Yunho, but he doesn’t get one.
“You’ve never abandoned him and you aren’t going to do so any time soon. You know he’s going to die with you right here and now. So why aren’t you afraid? Oh this is so fucking funny. Tell me…Tell why you’re always so fucking calm.” His voice was stern, but Yunho sensed the slight tense in his speech. The gun slightly trembled, and Yunho fought the urge to smirk. This man was too easy to provoke. He would love to toy with Shin’s emotions a bit more but he knows there is no time.
“Oh? Trying to start small talk with me?” Yunho asked, not amused. “You’re nothing more to him but a puppet to him, Shin. Do you honestly believe he’s going to follow up on his part of the deal? You’re full of nothing but shit. Your greed for power is only going to destroy you in the end. I’ll bet you haven’t told Boss about Fuji. Then again, there’s no point seeing as to how he already knows. I don’t know why you bother.”
“SHUT UP! Or I’m going to kill Park Yoochun first. Remember, you’re unarmed, one false move and I kill him. You’re in no position to be mocking me right now.”
Yunho did not have time for any more nonsense. Yoochun was bleeding severely in the arm, and if he lost any more blood, he could lose complete consciousness and Yunho didn’t want that. No. He had to act quickly and get them out of here. This punk was the only one standing in their way and Yunho wasn’t going to let a novice take any more of his time.
“This is no fucking fun when you’re not begging for mercy!” Shin suddenly yelled as his composure shattered and his eyes clenched shut. “Fuck you Jung Yunho! Fucking damn you both to-!”
The moment he cringed in anger, Yunho quickly slipped his hand into his back belt and flung his dagger accurately into the center of Shin’s throat, the blade of the sharp dagger immediately slicing into the man’s Adam’s apple within an instant. The gun slipped from Shin’s fingers, and Yunho didn’t bother wasting another second. He stooped down and grabbed the gun and shoved it into his belt. Grasping the base of the dagger, he pulled it out quickly and attached that to his belt as he rushed back over to Yoochun and cupped his friend’s cheeks with the palm of his hands. Looking into Yoochun’s eyes, his heart twisted in pain as he saw only a hint of consciousness in Yoochun’s eyes.
“You’ll be alright, Yoochun,” He cries softly, choking back a sob. He watched the blood seeping through the poorly made bandage tied around Yoochun’s arm. Maneuvering Yoochun back onto his back, he whispered reassurances to Yoochun to help him stay awake. Running past Shin’s body, Yunho made a quick turn out of the alley and ran a few more blocks, looking at windows to see which one was unoccupied. He spotted a complex, rushing past an open gate with a car that was making its way out of the parking lot. He slipped past the open gate quickly and rushed past residences that obviously had people occupying while at the same time he's trying not to jostle Yoochun's body too roughly. There was no time for explanations. Yunho needed an apartment that was unoccupied and he needed to find one fast.
He quickly made his way up the stairs to the second floor, ignoring the chill of the night brushing wildly against his damp skin. He made a right turn and finally, at the end of the second floor, there was a window that was dark. Clearly there was nobody home, and before he knew it, he had ended up breaking the weak lock with his bare hands. With a swift kick, he half stumbled into the apartment. Kicking the door back, he flicked the lights of the living room on with his shoulder and proceeded to lay Yoochun gently against the couch.
“Stay here. There must be some medical supplies around here,” Yunho said, cupping Yoochun’s face. “Stay conscious. I’ll be right back.”
Yunho quickly made his way around the apartment as if it were his own place. In Yoochun and his apartment, they usually kept the medical supplies in each of their bedroom closets. Perhaps it was out of instinct that he headed for one of the bedrooms. Grasping the knob and swinging it open, he took quick strides towards the closet and slid it open. He looked up to see a big white box and a tape slapped across it that read First Aid.
Setting the big white box carefully on the coffee table, Yunho popped the box open and was amazed to see that there was practically almost everything he needed in here. What kind of place did we break into? Yunho thought, feeling his eyeballs bulge out of his sockets. There were bandages, ointments, even equipment for the serious injuries. Yunho shook his thoughts off. Now was not the time to be surprised and sort of fascinated that he chose to break into a neat-crazy-tidy-well prepared apartment.
He grabbed a bucket in the kitchen, filled it up with water and grabbed a few towels. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard for him to maneuver around in the small kitchen. Praying to God that these people drank any sort of hardcore alcohol, he raised his eyes in disbelief and relief that there was a cabinet full of different variety of liquors. He opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Yunho yanked open the freezer and grabbed a random sack of frozen vegetables before heading back to his injured friend. Immediately, he got to work in removing the bullet.
He grabbed the towel and used it as a tourniquet on the arm with the bullet wound and tied it tightly to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Yunho placed the bag of frozen vegetables onto the wound to numb Yoochun’s arm as much as possible. Yoochun winced and bit onto his lips in preparation because he knows what is going to happen next. They have been through this routine way too many times to be expecting any surprises.
When Yunho felt that it was numb enough, he removed the package and whipped out one of his other knives he had in his belt. Flicking the knife open he poised it in front of Yoochun’s wound, and he felt the man gripping the cushions of the couch tightly. Yunho dug into the wound in an attempt to dig the bullet out. It didn’t take him long to locate and dig out the bullet, but the groans of pain in Yoochun’s throat made him wince and he whispered reassurances that it would be over soon.
Wiping the blood clean with the clean towel, he immediately applied a good douse of whiskey to disinfect the wound. Cursing quietly to himself he placed the towel back onto Yoochun’s arm and told him to hold it down to prevent it from bleeding any further. He quickly made his way back into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife and with a flick of his wrists, he switched the stove on and placed the knife over the fire in hopes that it would heat up and turn blue fast. Bullet wounds weren’t that big of a deal but it was still a pain in the ass to deal with…especially when they were doing this in some innocent civilian’s home.
The knife turned blue and Yunho switched the stove off before he quickly made his way back into the living room and kneeled beside Yoochun.
“You’re going to hate this.”
“Ugh for God's sake just do it.” Yoochun snorted before removing the towel. Yunho dampened the towel in the bucket of water and cleaned out the remains of the blood and dried the surface of Yoochun’s already red skin.
He pressed the blade against Yoochun’s wound and he didn’t bother looking at the expression on his friend’s face. No matter how many times they’ve done this, the sight of Yoochun in pain brings him sick to his stomach. With his hands busy cauterizing Yoochun’s wound, it was unfortunate that he couldn’t hold his friend’s hand in the process. But Yoochun’s hand shot out to squeeze at Yunho’s leg. Oh. Well. I guess that works too. Yunho thought, sighing.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, perv.” Yoochun muttered shooting him a pointed look as Yunho raised an eyebrow in return.
“What makes you think I’ll ever have the hots for you? I thought we’ve been through this already.”
“Ugh…I find it ironic and stupid that I’m actually having a normal conversation with you,” He panted, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “Are you finished yet?”
“Yeah…hold still,” Yunho muttered, removing the blade. His hands immediately shot out for the sterile gauze and he tried not letting his mind wonder too far about how these people that lived here were so prepared. He supposed luck was in his hands this time. Quickly wrapping the sterile gauze tightly and securely around his friends arm, he heard a low crumble cry out of Yoochun’s stomach. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“HEY. We haven’t eaten dinner remember? Who told us to break the news to them before dinner? You could’ve let me had my fill before we decided to run away,” The younger man muttered with a grouchy pout. “Always putting your needs first, eh Yunho?”
“You know that’s not true, brat.” The elder frowned, yanking the bandage extra tight causing Yoochun to yelp. “I need to take care of the rest of your cuts. Stay still.”
The only obstacle was the deep bullet wound earlier. He was sure Yoochun could take care of the rest of the wounds himself, but being like the big brother he was, Yunho never thought twice about it. “Alright. You’re set. Go find some food in the fridge. I need to take care of my own wounds.
“I don’t see how you hardly get any fricking gunshot wounds. What’s up with those scrapes?” Yoochun snorted, looking down at his dirty clothes. “Man…we need to get some clothes. Oh, and don’t get any blood on the carpets and furniture.”
“Why don’t you just get them from the rooms here?” Yunho suggested, removing his jacket.
“Oh please. This is not a home stay. Don’t expect the owners of this place not to come home. I don’t even know if the people who live here are males or females.”
“Hm…I went into one of the bedrooms and when I got the first aid box from there I saw a whole line of…men’s clothing. At least I think they’re men’s clothing. Too girly for my taste if you ask me,” Yunho snorted, wincing as he cleaned the bullet grazes on one of his arms. Then again, at first he thought he had entered some girl’s room by the way the room smelled of fancy perfumes and lilac lotion with a dash of vanilla? “Let’s get worried about changing later. I’m sure you’re hungry and if the owners of the place come in we’ll just take care of them then.”
“YUNHO!” Yoochun exclaimed, slamming the palm of his hands against the refrigerator.
“Relax. I don’t mean we’re gonna kill them,” Yunho rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner. “What kind of a person would I be if I freeloaded and killed afterwards? I thought you knew me better than that, Chun.”
It didn’t take long for Yoochun to find leftovers in the fridge. Yunho took random glances and peeks here and there to see how Yoochun was doing while he was still taking care of his own wounds. Being careful not to make a mess of things he put the frozen vegetable pack into the now blood red water and dirty towels and vodka into the bucket and walked back into the kitchen to place everything back to its original place. As soon as he placed the bucket on top of the kitchen counter, a delicious scent waffled up his nostrils and he immediately turned his head towards his younger partner who was now already stuffing his face at the kitchen table.
“Holy shit - this is delicious! Please tell me we got lucky to have some hot housewives living here,” Yoochun mumbled, his mouth stuffed with food and grains of rice attached to his chin.
“Man, you’re so shameless,” Yunho chuckled, wiping the gun with a clean dishrag. “The tenants here are going to flip out when they find us here for sure. I’m sure we can convince them right?” He laughs, snapping on the safety before twirling the gun back into its confines.
“Mmm sorry, hyung. I’m basking in the paradise of good food. Mmhh nyomyom.”
Their blissful homey moment was cut short by a sudden loud squeaky voice. Yoochun immediately dropped his chopstick and looked up at Yunho; eyes shooting as wide as saucers.
Outside…
“Hyuuung! You can’t do this to me! I don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you! The guy asked you out and I just did you the favor of giving him your number. Can you really blame me for looking out for you? He seemed like a good guy too!” The shorter man exclaimed, raising his arms in the air as he almost hit the man beside him.
“You know that’s how they all start out, Junsu. They act like they’re gentlemen and right when they’ve caught you off guard, that’s when the claws come out.”
“And your talons, Jaejoong,” Junsu chuckled. “Don’t forget your talons. Oh no. Or should I say knives?”
“He should feel lucky that I didn’t bother castrating his nuts,” Jaejoong huffed, readjusting his grip on the groceries he was carrying.
“Ah, so scary ~ ”
“Hold on,” Jaejoong said, stopping in his tracks as his large eyes zeroed in on the broken lock of their home. “Su…I told you to lock the door on your way out, didn’t I?”
Junsu sighed.
“For the last time, hyung, I always lock the door before I leave!” He exclaimed, glancing at the damaged lock. “For God’s sake, do you really think I’d lock the door, made sure it was secure by breaking it, and leave after that did you?” He pouted, and paused. “Oh. Wait. Wait….wait….wait…WE’VE BEEN ROBBED?!”
“Slow.”
“Hyung, what are we gonna do! I’ll call the cops right now!” Junsu panicked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he fumbled for his cell phone.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said, placing one of his hands on Junsu’s. “It’s probably Min…friggin food beast breaking into our house again. There’s no use calling the police. Remember what happened the last time? Turns out it was a false alarm. I am so charging Min on fixing our room again,” He sighed, shaking his head as he picked the door open and walked inside.
“Figures,” Junsu sighed. “I smell leftovers from last night. “Aiya…now I feel so hungry too - ”
Pause.
“J-Hyung…” Junsu whispered, his eyes widening at the sight of the living room. Their kit was opened on the coffee table and there were a couple of their dish rags stained with blood. “Y-You don’t think…C-Changmin should be ok, right?”
“Huh? Why do you ask?” Jaejoong asked, placing the grocery bag onto the kitchen table. His sensitive nose suddenly reacted and whiffed in the scent of blood. “You’re right. Let’s check in the rooms. He better not be playing a sick joke on us. If he is, I’m going to be prepared this time,” He muttered darkly, reaching by the stove to grab a can of PAM spray.
“You’re right.” Junsu walked over to the couch and picked up his soccer ball before tucking it below his arm. “He better be bleeding to death with a leg missing. I don’t know how long we’re gonna be able to keep on paying for broken locks,” Junsu pouted.
“Let’s go. I’ll check my room and you check your room. If you see him, give him the greatest beating of your life,” Jaejoong said, as Junsu gave him an affirmative nod.
As Junsu headed for his own bedroom, Jaejoong headed towards his own and waited a few seconds before the kicked the door open with his foot. With his Pam spray gripped tightly in hand, he slowly inched his way into the dark room.
“Min…” He spoke; his voice low with a sense of warning. “If this is some sick game you’re playing, it’s not funny.”
Jaejoong was met with silence and he was beginning to get irritated.
“Min, I swear to GOD if you don’t come out right now, I - ”
The slam of a door hit his ears and before he could turn around to face the culprit, he was pulled into a tight hold from behind. His back met the hard planes of someone that did not have the physique of Changmin and a large palm made sure he didn’t make a peep. That was when Jaejoong knew that Changmin hadn’t broken into their home.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t scared. Jaejoong was actually on the borderline of being terrified, especially since this man was taller and stronger. He just prayed to God that Junsu would notice and come distract this man so he would at least have use of his spray or even better; run into the kitchen for his knives. His breath quickened and the felt his esophagus tighten at the feel of the perpetrator’s husky voice commanding him -
“Don’t move.”
how long will it continue?
Chapter(s): 01/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Beta: remy_hahn ♥
Genre: action, suspense, romance
Rating: R
Warning(s): language & violence
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu and Minfood
Disclaimer: I do not own the known characters in this story. The crappy OC characters are mine.
Synopsis: Only a fool writes his death wish by calling it quits and Yunho and Yoochun put fate to the test by breaking free from the organization. The lives of more innocent people are also pulled into the hectic danger of their lives. With treacherous obstacles constantly piling by the day, they do not have the time, nor do they have the luxury of love to stray off track from their most important mission. How are Yunho and Yoochun going to shield their loved ones from the hands of cold blooded ruthless killers?
Comment(s): Guest stars will be revealed sooner than you think. remy_hahn & I did a bunch of brainstorming and what was supposed to be a joke turned into a reality (fiction-wise of course). Actually, this was written out quite some time ago and I’m actually pretty excited about it. Feedback is greatly appreciated and comments make me a happy writer ^^.
Note: quotes kind of used from Do As Infinity's Rakuen.
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fic poster created by ever so talented lilxinyue *smothers with ♥*
everyone knows that scars don't fade...
The chirping of crickets sings into the chilly and all too quiet night. The moon is full and the wind beats at the thin branches of trees causing it to intertwine and slash against the glass windows of apartment complexes. A gunshot is heard and a bullet slices into the icy night, nearly missing the arm of a speedy figure.
“Fuck!”
“Hold on, Yoochun,” A male pants hoarsely, with the weight of his companion barely holding on to his back. “We’ve almost lost them.”
“Yunho…” Yoochun murmurs weakly, his fingers’ grasp slips slightly against the man’s shirt. “Hurry…”
“I see them!” Yunho hears a yell as he turns another corner, not knowing where he’s going. He doesn’t care at the moment, because right now all he wants is to find someplace safe so he can tend to his best friend’s wounds. There would be another time he would have to confront them. “Hello? I’ve found them! Kenji? Hey! Kenji! Are you there?! I said I found them!” The pursuer yells into his earpiece, and Yunho knows that the other man’s companion was long killed by Yoochun in the middle of the chase.
Yunho’s legs were sore, and he let out a curse when a bullet slammed full force as it bounced off the cement by his feet. As he was making a sharp turn, his eyebrows furrowed together in realization that instead of trying to shoot Yoochun straight on, he was trying to shoot at his legs instead. He turned into an alley and it was clear to him that it was a dead end because there was clearly a fence blocking his way. If he were by himself, he would pass that obstacle no problem but there was no way he was going to abandon Yoochun. They were in this together and if they were going to die, he would follow his best friend to the end. Yunho fought the urge to smirk because he knew that wasn’t going to happen anyway. Laying Yoochun gently until his back rested against the wall, he stopped in mid motion as he heard the cock of a gun behind him.
“Don’t move, Jung.”
For a moment, it was silent and both men were panting; trying to catch their breaths. Yunho slowly moved his hands up in caution before he turned around slowly, looking at the man with calm eyes.
“You shouldn’t have made boss upset,” The man spoke up with an obvious hint of weariness in his voice. The gun was still aimed straight at Yunho, his eyes cold and hard, irritated with the fact that the other man wasn’t even showing a sign of fear. “Why…Why aren’t you afraid? You should be on your knees begging me for mercy right now. I’ve got you cornered, and you obviously have nowhere to go. I know you’re not going to abandon Park. You and your fucking principles never cease to amuse me,” The man snorts, and he lets out a haughty laugh. He waits for a response from Yunho, but he doesn’t get one.
“You’ve never abandoned him and you aren’t going to do so any time soon. You know he’s going to die with you right here and now. So why aren’t you afraid? Oh this is so fucking funny. Tell me…Tell why you’re always so fucking calm.” His voice was stern, but Yunho sensed the slight tense in his speech. The gun slightly trembled, and Yunho fought the urge to smirk. This man was too easy to provoke. He would love to toy with Shin’s emotions a bit more but he knows there is no time.
“Oh? Trying to start small talk with me?” Yunho asked, not amused. “You’re nothing more to him but a puppet to him, Shin. Do you honestly believe he’s going to follow up on his part of the deal? You’re full of nothing but shit. Your greed for power is only going to destroy you in the end. I’ll bet you haven’t told Boss about Fuji. Then again, there’s no point seeing as to how he already knows. I don’t know why you bother.”
“SHUT UP! Or I’m going to kill Park Yoochun first. Remember, you’re unarmed, one false move and I kill him. You’re in no position to be mocking me right now.”
Yunho did not have time for any more nonsense. Yoochun was bleeding severely in the arm, and if he lost any more blood, he could lose complete consciousness and Yunho didn’t want that. No. He had to act quickly and get them out of here. This punk was the only one standing in their way and Yunho wasn’t going to let a novice take any more of his time.
“This is no fucking fun when you’re not begging for mercy!” Shin suddenly yelled as his composure shattered and his eyes clenched shut. “Fuck you Jung Yunho! Fucking damn you both to-!”
The moment he cringed in anger, Yunho quickly slipped his hand into his back belt and flung his dagger accurately into the center of Shin’s throat, the blade of the sharp dagger immediately slicing into the man’s Adam’s apple within an instant. The gun slipped from Shin’s fingers, and Yunho didn’t bother wasting another second. He stooped down and grabbed the gun and shoved it into his belt. Grasping the base of the dagger, he pulled it out quickly and attached that to his belt as he rushed back over to Yoochun and cupped his friend’s cheeks with the palm of his hands. Looking into Yoochun’s eyes, his heart twisted in pain as he saw only a hint of consciousness in Yoochun’s eyes.
“You’ll be alright, Yoochun,” He cries softly, choking back a sob. He watched the blood seeping through the poorly made bandage tied around Yoochun’s arm. Maneuvering Yoochun back onto his back, he whispered reassurances to Yoochun to help him stay awake. Running past Shin’s body, Yunho made a quick turn out of the alley and ran a few more blocks, looking at windows to see which one was unoccupied. He spotted a complex, rushing past an open gate with a car that was making its way out of the parking lot. He slipped past the open gate quickly and rushed past residences that obviously had people occupying while at the same time he's trying not to jostle Yoochun's body too roughly. There was no time for explanations. Yunho needed an apartment that was unoccupied and he needed to find one fast.
He quickly made his way up the stairs to the second floor, ignoring the chill of the night brushing wildly against his damp skin. He made a right turn and finally, at the end of the second floor, there was a window that was dark. Clearly there was nobody home, and before he knew it, he had ended up breaking the weak lock with his bare hands. With a swift kick, he half stumbled into the apartment. Kicking the door back, he flicked the lights of the living room on with his shoulder and proceeded to lay Yoochun gently against the couch.
“Stay here. There must be some medical supplies around here,” Yunho said, cupping Yoochun’s face. “Stay conscious. I’ll be right back.”
Yunho quickly made his way around the apartment as if it were his own place. In Yoochun and his apartment, they usually kept the medical supplies in each of their bedroom closets. Perhaps it was out of instinct that he headed for one of the bedrooms. Grasping the knob and swinging it open, he took quick strides towards the closet and slid it open. He looked up to see a big white box and a tape slapped across it that read First Aid.
Setting the big white box carefully on the coffee table, Yunho popped the box open and was amazed to see that there was practically almost everything he needed in here. What kind of place did we break into? Yunho thought, feeling his eyeballs bulge out of his sockets. There were bandages, ointments, even equipment for the serious injuries. Yunho shook his thoughts off. Now was not the time to be surprised and sort of fascinated that he chose to break into a neat-crazy-tidy-well prepared apartment.
He grabbed a bucket in the kitchen, filled it up with water and grabbed a few towels. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard for him to maneuver around in the small kitchen. Praying to God that these people drank any sort of hardcore alcohol, he raised his eyes in disbelief and relief that there was a cabinet full of different variety of liquors. He opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Yunho yanked open the freezer and grabbed a random sack of frozen vegetables before heading back to his injured friend. Immediately, he got to work in removing the bullet.
He grabbed the towel and used it as a tourniquet on the arm with the bullet wound and tied it tightly to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Yunho placed the bag of frozen vegetables onto the wound to numb Yoochun’s arm as much as possible. Yoochun winced and bit onto his lips in preparation because he knows what is going to happen next. They have been through this routine way too many times to be expecting any surprises.
When Yunho felt that it was numb enough, he removed the package and whipped out one of his other knives he had in his belt. Flicking the knife open he poised it in front of Yoochun’s wound, and he felt the man gripping the cushions of the couch tightly. Yunho dug into the wound in an attempt to dig the bullet out. It didn’t take him long to locate and dig out the bullet, but the groans of pain in Yoochun’s throat made him wince and he whispered reassurances that it would be over soon.
Wiping the blood clean with the clean towel, he immediately applied a good douse of whiskey to disinfect the wound. Cursing quietly to himself he placed the towel back onto Yoochun’s arm and told him to hold it down to prevent it from bleeding any further. He quickly made his way back into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife and with a flick of his wrists, he switched the stove on and placed the knife over the fire in hopes that it would heat up and turn blue fast. Bullet wounds weren’t that big of a deal but it was still a pain in the ass to deal with…especially when they were doing this in some innocent civilian’s home.
The knife turned blue and Yunho switched the stove off before he quickly made his way back into the living room and kneeled beside Yoochun.
“You’re going to hate this.”
“Ugh for God's sake just do it.” Yoochun snorted before removing the towel. Yunho dampened the towel in the bucket of water and cleaned out the remains of the blood and dried the surface of Yoochun’s already red skin.
He pressed the blade against Yoochun’s wound and he didn’t bother looking at the expression on his friend’s face. No matter how many times they’ve done this, the sight of Yoochun in pain brings him sick to his stomach. With his hands busy cauterizing Yoochun’s wound, it was unfortunate that he couldn’t hold his friend’s hand in the process. But Yoochun’s hand shot out to squeeze at Yunho’s leg. Oh. Well. I guess that works too. Yunho thought, sighing.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, perv.” Yoochun muttered shooting him a pointed look as Yunho raised an eyebrow in return.
“What makes you think I’ll ever have the hots for you? I thought we’ve been through this already.”
“Ugh…I find it ironic and stupid that I’m actually having a normal conversation with you,” He panted, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “Are you finished yet?”
“Yeah…hold still,” Yunho muttered, removing the blade. His hands immediately shot out for the sterile gauze and he tried not letting his mind wonder too far about how these people that lived here were so prepared. He supposed luck was in his hands this time. Quickly wrapping the sterile gauze tightly and securely around his friends arm, he heard a low crumble cry out of Yoochun’s stomach. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“HEY. We haven’t eaten dinner remember? Who told us to break the news to them before dinner? You could’ve let me had my fill before we decided to run away,” The younger man muttered with a grouchy pout. “Always putting your needs first, eh Yunho?”
“You know that’s not true, brat.” The elder frowned, yanking the bandage extra tight causing Yoochun to yelp. “I need to take care of the rest of your cuts. Stay still.”
The only obstacle was the deep bullet wound earlier. He was sure Yoochun could take care of the rest of the wounds himself, but being like the big brother he was, Yunho never thought twice about it. “Alright. You’re set. Go find some food in the fridge. I need to take care of my own wounds.
“I don’t see how you hardly get any fricking gunshot wounds. What’s up with those scrapes?” Yoochun snorted, looking down at his dirty clothes. “Man…we need to get some clothes. Oh, and don’t get any blood on the carpets and furniture.”
“Why don’t you just get them from the rooms here?” Yunho suggested, removing his jacket.
“Oh please. This is not a home stay. Don’t expect the owners of this place not to come home. I don’t even know if the people who live here are males or females.”
“Hm…I went into one of the bedrooms and when I got the first aid box from there I saw a whole line of…men’s clothing. At least I think they’re men’s clothing. Too girly for my taste if you ask me,” Yunho snorted, wincing as he cleaned the bullet grazes on one of his arms. Then again, at first he thought he had entered some girl’s room by the way the room smelled of fancy perfumes and lilac lotion with a dash of vanilla? “Let’s get worried about changing later. I’m sure you’re hungry and if the owners of the place come in we’ll just take care of them then.”
“YUNHO!” Yoochun exclaimed, slamming the palm of his hands against the refrigerator.
“Relax. I don’t mean we’re gonna kill them,” Yunho rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner. “What kind of a person would I be if I freeloaded and killed afterwards? I thought you knew me better than that, Chun.”
It didn’t take long for Yoochun to find leftovers in the fridge. Yunho took random glances and peeks here and there to see how Yoochun was doing while he was still taking care of his own wounds. Being careful not to make a mess of things he put the frozen vegetable pack into the now blood red water and dirty towels and vodka into the bucket and walked back into the kitchen to place everything back to its original place. As soon as he placed the bucket on top of the kitchen counter, a delicious scent waffled up his nostrils and he immediately turned his head towards his younger partner who was now already stuffing his face at the kitchen table.
“Holy shit - this is delicious! Please tell me we got lucky to have some hot housewives living here,” Yoochun mumbled, his mouth stuffed with food and grains of rice attached to his chin.
“Man, you’re so shameless,” Yunho chuckled, wiping the gun with a clean dishrag. “The tenants here are going to flip out when they find us here for sure. I’m sure we can convince them right?” He laughs, snapping on the safety before twirling the gun back into its confines.
“Mmm sorry, hyung. I’m basking in the paradise of good food. Mmhh nyomyom.”
Their blissful homey moment was cut short by a sudden loud squeaky voice. Yoochun immediately dropped his chopstick and looked up at Yunho; eyes shooting as wide as saucers.
Outside…
“Hyuuung! You can’t do this to me! I don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you! The guy asked you out and I just did you the favor of giving him your number. Can you really blame me for looking out for you? He seemed like a good guy too!” The shorter man exclaimed, raising his arms in the air as he almost hit the man beside him.
“You know that’s how they all start out, Junsu. They act like they’re gentlemen and right when they’ve caught you off guard, that’s when the claws come out.”
“And your talons, Jaejoong,” Junsu chuckled. “Don’t forget your talons. Oh no. Or should I say knives?”
“He should feel lucky that I didn’t bother castrating his nuts,” Jaejoong huffed, readjusting his grip on the groceries he was carrying.
“Ah, so scary ~ ”
“Hold on,” Jaejoong said, stopping in his tracks as his large eyes zeroed in on the broken lock of their home. “Su…I told you to lock the door on your way out, didn’t I?”
Junsu sighed.
“For the last time, hyung, I always lock the door before I leave!” He exclaimed, glancing at the damaged lock. “For God’s sake, do you really think I’d lock the door, made sure it was secure by breaking it, and leave after that did you?” He pouted, and paused. “Oh. Wait. Wait….wait….wait…WE’VE BEEN ROBBED?!”
“Slow.”
“Hyung, what are we gonna do! I’ll call the cops right now!” Junsu panicked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he fumbled for his cell phone.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said, placing one of his hands on Junsu’s. “It’s probably Min…friggin food beast breaking into our house again. There’s no use calling the police. Remember what happened the last time? Turns out it was a false alarm. I am so charging Min on fixing our room again,” He sighed, shaking his head as he picked the door open and walked inside.
“Figures,” Junsu sighed. “I smell leftovers from last night. “Aiya…now I feel so hungry too - ”
Pause.
“J-Hyung…” Junsu whispered, his eyes widening at the sight of the living room. Their kit was opened on the coffee table and there were a couple of their dish rags stained with blood. “Y-You don’t think…C-Changmin should be ok, right?”
“Huh? Why do you ask?” Jaejoong asked, placing the grocery bag onto the kitchen table. His sensitive nose suddenly reacted and whiffed in the scent of blood. “You’re right. Let’s check in the rooms. He better not be playing a sick joke on us. If he is, I’m going to be prepared this time,” He muttered darkly, reaching by the stove to grab a can of PAM spray.
“You’re right.” Junsu walked over to the couch and picked up his soccer ball before tucking it below his arm. “He better be bleeding to death with a leg missing. I don’t know how long we’re gonna be able to keep on paying for broken locks,” Junsu pouted.
“Let’s go. I’ll check my room and you check your room. If you see him, give him the greatest beating of your life,” Jaejoong said, as Junsu gave him an affirmative nod.
As Junsu headed for his own bedroom, Jaejoong headed towards his own and waited a few seconds before the kicked the door open with his foot. With his Pam spray gripped tightly in hand, he slowly inched his way into the dark room.
“Min…” He spoke; his voice low with a sense of warning. “If this is some sick game you’re playing, it’s not funny.”
Jaejoong was met with silence and he was beginning to get irritated.
“Min, I swear to GOD if you don’t come out right now, I - ”
The slam of a door hit his ears and before he could turn around to face the culprit, he was pulled into a tight hold from behind. His back met the hard planes of someone that did not have the physique of Changmin and a large palm made sure he didn’t make a peep. That was when Jaejoong knew that Changmin hadn’t broken into their home.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t scared. Jaejoong was actually on the borderline of being terrified, especially since this man was taller and stronger. He just prayed to God that Junsu would notice and come distract this man so he would at least have use of his spray or even better; run into the kitchen for his knives. His breath quickened and the felt his esophagus tighten at the feel of the perpetrator’s husky voice commanding him -
“Don’t move.”
how long will it continue?